Sometimes I feel a bit like Alice
Half expecting the inanimate to share
Their thoughts with me –
Namely my cat. She looks like
She has a great deal on her mind
In those knowing looks we share —
Yet through the pages of books,
Words – audible ones – written ones,
They ostensibly are enough for me.
How odd it seems to think that
Many lives go on without the proper
Use of these wondrous forms –
The manifestation of thoughts
Fired synapses of the profound
And ordinary. Dinah, what would the
Flowers say if they could talk? Would
They sing – would they lecture me?
Their allocutions of rest, peace,
Simplicity, beauty, fragility –
Could I ever comprehend it?
Following the white rabbit to find
My Looking-Glass Bliss
Is the only proper way to hear
Him: to hear Her…to quiet the noise
In my mind’s ear, to fall down the rabbit hole
Of the unconscious mind. In the stillness
and splendor of that Bliss, I listen with my
Entirety – my Essence – my Soul.
I am nourished by the wonder and replete
With its luster — the glorious profundity of words
And the magnificent power of their silence.
In truth, the flowers already speak
In lilts of fragrant beauty. And my cat
Says more to me with her eyes,
Than mere words could ever convey.
These flowers, sitting on my dining room table, served as the inspiration for this piece…along with my cat and, most importantly, the wonder of words and their importance to us — especially in this WordPress community of writers. I found myself, not unlike Alice, lost in thought of my own wonderland…this little poem came from a combining of those thoughts….now back to the everyday words like: laundry, cooking, cleaning, packing, and, of course, READING!